F.M.L
Letting go my past fears
Used to think I'd never have a chance to get out my head
Constantly influenced by the women I'd hope to get
Nowhere to be found, left me on read
Guess your vegan to me now
I don't think you understand who talking, it's V now
I don't think they understand what's coming, I'm back out
Was out here with nothing, created my funding, leeches I cut em
Weeds, snakes I had to fucking delete
I remember when I got the call down at the beach
Booked a flight, told my brothers yeah I'm down for the week
Now a year later
Made it through the haters
Bitch niggas and traitors
Today, today I finally see
Fruits of my labor
You got no clue what I been through to make it here
Ain't too much for me to say to make it clear
Nothing but roads, nothing but goals, doubt in ear
Fruits of my labor
Was out the loop but now I'm back and on a tear
Fond of saying things to make you raise a hair
I'm due for awards
Been through the worse, listen dear
I struggled mightily with self doubt, indecisiveness
Often I was fighting this
Trying to compare, I dare you say somebody write like this
I stay aware to properly gauge my confidence
I need it to accomplish shit
I was tripping when I thought I need accomplices
All I ever need is me, own sponsorship
Did that
In a couple weeks ask the streets where your bitch at
I don't even know how she found out where the crib at
But now she in the gated, getting well acquainted
Too intoxicated to leave
Told her if she want I got a couch she could sleep
Instead she walked up to me slid my hand in her jeans
Shorty wassup
I, barely even know you why you trying to fuck
You, know I'm just gone rope you but you fine as fuck
I should turn it down now
But I been through so much mud I need to find out
Fruits of my labor
You got no clue what I been through to make it here
Ain't too much for me to say to make it clear
Nothing but roads, nothing but goals, doubt in ear
Fruits of my labor
Was out the loop but now I'm back and on a tear
Fond of saying things to make you raise a hair
I'm due for awards
Been through the worse, listen dear
My Philly jawn Jen said to leave the weed alone
I ain't never listen to her, should've kept her leashed to arm
Lele dropped the idea I don't even need a job
In and out for Instacart
I'm, in and out I'm moving hard
So often if a feeling try to fade, breathe
Everyday I wake I'm big stepping to my dreams
In a purple composition I planted a seed
I'm planning to see
Victory LP
Used to think I'd never have a chance to get out my head
Constantly influenced by the women I'd hope to get
Nowhere to be found, left me on read
Guess your vegan to me now
I don't think you understand who talking, it's V now
I don't think they understand what's coming, I'm back out
Was out here with nothing, created my funding, leeches I cut em
Weeds, snakes I had to fucking delete
I remember when I got the call down at the beach
Booked a flight, told my brothers yeah I'm down for the week
Now a year later
Made it through the haters
Bitch niggas and traitors
Today, today I finally see
Fruits of my labor
You got no clue what I been through to make it here
Ain't too much for me to say to make it clear
Nothing but roads, nothing but goals, doubt in ear
Fruits of my labor
Was out the loop but now I'm back and on a tear
Fond of saying things to make you raise a hair
I'm due for awards
Been through the worse, listen dear
I struggled mightily with self doubt, indecisiveness
Often I was fighting this
Trying to compare, I dare you say somebody write like this
I stay aware to properly gauge my confidence
I need it to accomplish shit
I was tripping when I thought I need accomplices
All I ever need is me, own sponsorship
Did that
In a couple weeks ask the streets where your bitch at
I don't even know how she found out where the crib at
But now she in the gated, getting well acquainted
Too intoxicated to leave
Told her if she want I got a couch she could sleep
Instead she walked up to me slid my hand in her jeans
Shorty wassup
I, barely even know you why you trying to fuck
You, know I'm just gone rope you but you fine as fuck
I should turn it down now
But I been through so much mud I need to find out
Fruits of my labor
You got no clue what I been through to make it here
Ain't too much for me to say to make it clear
Nothing but roads, nothing but goals, doubt in ear
Fruits of my labor
Was out the loop but now I'm back and on a tear
Fond of saying things to make you raise a hair
I'm due for awards
Been through the worse, listen dear
My Philly jawn Jen said to leave the weed alone
I ain't never listen to her, should've kept her leashed to arm
Lele dropped the idea I don't even need a job
In and out for Instacart
I'm, in and out I'm moving hard
So often if a feeling try to fade, breathe
Everyday I wake I'm big stepping to my dreams
In a purple composition I planted a seed
I'm planning to see
Victory LP
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Writer(s): Victory Harrison
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